Out Into a Wet Wilderness
A notion of the “will of heaven” is extremely useful.
A notion of the “will of heaven” is extremely useful.
My original plan, after rounding the rhino horn of Cape Mendocino, called for making landfall at the mouth of the Mattole River.
Let’s stipulate that predicting weather on the North Coast during autumn can be a thankless task, even for highly trained meteorologists.
A mesa pokes out from the west side of the Coast Range like an end table shoved up against the rumpled heap of all those steep coastal ridges.
Heard enough stuff about nasty wind and thundering surf? We certainly had heard about – as well as endured – a bit much of those forces, ourselves. Then, good ol’ Mom Nature pitched us a change-up.